Melisa adjusted her graduation robes for the hundredth time, tugging at the crimson fabric that marked her as one of Syux Academy's elite graduates.
[Nine years. Holy shit, nine years in this world and I'm actually graduating.]
The Grand Hall buzzed with anticipation. Rows of wooden benches filled with families, nobles, and Academy faculty. Melisa stood with her fellow graduates in the front section, her tail flicking nervously beneath her robes.
"Stop fidgeting," Isabella whispered beside her. "You're making me anxious."
"You? Anxious?" Melisa raised an eyebrow. "You've been talking about opening your wand shop for months. This is your victory lap."
"Doesn't mean I can't be nervous about tripping on stage." Isabella grinned. "Though if I do, at least everyone will get a nice view up my robes."
"You're not wearing anything under there, are you?"
"Wouldn't you like to know~?"
